Horrified by what had just happened, and his fears worsened from a horny girl-satyr shoving inside his mouth a vial of some sordid body changing serum. He knew it had infected him as soon as he pushed the lusty female satyr from her trying to sit astraddle with her furry pussy pressed over his mouth.
He ran to his 10 speed bike and jumping on it he rushed away, peddling as fast as his strong young legs could manage. His heart was racing and he was rapidly breathing, both of which worked against him as aided the serum to take a firm hold entering his bodily fluids. Kyle had biked the two and a half mile trip to reply and offer help to his sister’s girlfriend. It was what she did and wanted him to do that had him scared, while wondering if he should return home or go and sit somewhere to see if what the girl-satyr said might really happen.
“John, John Killingsworth, his father owns a big farm, I should go there and wait to see what might happen,” Kyle thought to be cautious rather than rush home and add a worse infection to his sister or the family as a whole.
Peddling while in sixth gear; Kyle began to feel itchy all over. He wondered if he were breaking out in a bad case of Hives. He continued to peddle on, until he felt a drastically building urge to stop and urinate. Kyle turned off the road and laying his bike down in some tall grass, he ran into the pucker brush to conceal his standing to taking a hard piss.
Nervous as fumbling fingers worked feverishly to run down his jeans zipper. He then fumbled with his jockey underpants to open the front and retrieve out his penis.
“Ack, hey, what he,” he said as with digging in hs fingers to pull forth his penis, what he retrieved were two fur covered, Kiwi fruit size testicles. He realized in an instant that his balls had reconfigured, changed into the scrotum like a buck goat. Kyle nearly screamed when he dug in his fingers a second time, planning to pull out his penis to urinate; but all he felt was of a long, hard, fur covered tube. He felt along the tube to where it had an opening, as set just two inches below his navel.
Feeling the urge building to a crucial level, he found rising from the furred sheath a pencil-thin, narrow sort of warm, as when picked out between two shirt buttons, he held his very goat like cock. Goat cock or human, he let go the control of his ladder and watched a mighty stream of golden yellow soak he branches of a short, two feet high Pine tree.
As the radical urge eased, Kyle began then to strip down to being naked. As his jeans fell to around his ankles he saw his crotch and thighs as being already covered by chocolate brown colored fur. When he removed his shirt, Kyle saw and combed his fingers through a spreading pelt of brown fur. He stood there and gawked, feeling odd, and thinking he might of stayed and had a meal eating female-satyr cunt of a snack.
Kyle forgot about his bike, and remained hidden by the thicket, as his transition of species continued.
It was near to sundown when Kyle slacked his impetuous desires to masturbate. He had gone to nine full orgasms while enjoying the rank desire for feeling of sex, and watching as the dark brown fur grew to engulf him from head to changing toes with a dense pelt.